This afternoon, as it was such a nice day, we went for a walk along the old railway track. Wiggle was happy to run ahead, carrying his ball:
Sofy wasn't too far behind him, although Wiggle did look back to see where we were:
Wiggle and Sofy, while I followed behind:
Sofy took herself on a little detour, off down the bank and into the tree's where I spotted her pick something up, chew it several times before spitting it out and then rolling in it! I am guessing a dead bird, but whatever it was, Sofy was smelling disgustingly vile - words cannot describe how awful the stench was!
Wiggle decided not to sit too close to Sofy: